Page 2 of Daring Her Vampires
“A friend.”
“You have a lot of friends.”
“That’s what makes life worth living. That and sex.” I uncross and cross my legs.
“Micah doesn’t get jealous? His best friend title is being challenged,” he says, grinning.
“As if,” I snort. “Micah is man enough to know I will always love him. He’s not threatened by me having other friends. I’m a friendly girl.” I shrug. “People like me.”
He chuckles, “I know they do.” I slowly turn my head to the human stopping at my side, the one who has been staring at me. He’s cute but not my usual type.
“You’re going to dance with me,” he states, holding his hand out. I look at his hand and then at Rowen.
“Isn’t he sweet?” I drawl and look back at his face. “Honey, how old are you?”
He frowns. “Twenty-three.” His hand wavers.
“Hon, you couldn’t handle me.” I lean my forearms on the table. “You haven’t earned the right to demand anything from me. Plus, usually the only time I dance is in private. Preferably in front of a man who makes me wet.” I relax back into the booth. “You see that girl over there?” I nod in the pretty brunette's direction. He drops his hand and looks over his shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“She’s been looking at you the whole time you’ve been looking at me. Why don’t you buy her a drink? Be respectful. She looks sweet.” I wrap my tongue around my straw.
“Sure. Okay,” he mumbles, glancing between me and Rowen.
“Hey, congrats on getting the balls to come over, though,” Rowen says, holding his drink up. The human nods and leaves quickly. “Fuck, that was hilarious. He is too young for you.”
“Is that your way of asking how old I am?” I ask.
“Maybe.” His lips twitch.
“You should know better.” I run my hand through my blonde hair, bunching it in my fist at the back of my head. “I’ll never tell.” Many of my friends have tried to guess my age. I think I look like a young thirty-nine-year-old who never crosses into her forties.
“It was worth a shot.” I let go of my hair and itch my arm. “What’s wrong?”
“Something is happening. I’ve been having dreams. I woke up wet, turned on, and anxious.” I lift my leg slightly, sliding my hand to my thigh, and drop my leg again. I am constantly forcing myself to stop rubbing my skin. I heal quickly, but I may dig a hole in my skin.
“A premonition?” he asks.
“Maybe.” Rabbit shifters get visions of the past and future. They are random and sometimes don’t make sense. “I can’t see a face, but their hands are magical.” The dreams have plagued me for two weeks. I have been a ball of nerves and sexual need. I usually don’t have the same vision more than once, and never have been affected so strongly. The human could have satisfied me enough to sleep, but I didn’t feel any attraction.
“That’s why you wanted to come out,” he guesses. “For a distraction and to find someone to take the itch away.”
“Yes.” I wave my hand toward the room. “But no one piques my interest.” I don’t know what the dreams mean, and it’s bugging the shit out of me. I don’t have to be asleep to have them. Sometimes, they hit when I’m awake. One time, I was shopping in the fruit section, looking at the apples, and suddenly, images flashed across them.
“Do I need to take one for the team?” Rowen asks, cringing.
“Don’t strain yourself,” I retort.
“Good, because I think of you as a sister,” he says.
“You couldn’t handle me either,” I smirk.
“I agree.” He laughs. “Thanks.”
“For what?” I tilt my head.
“It’s been a while since I laughed,” he whispers.
